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broken glasses.

the full house
getting injured once again
and its all over the places.
glass pieces on your brain,
and now only life to get them out,
– what life, but?

bleed the house!
empty house makes grin grow.
only then
– acception i mean, you see?
will the floor briefly smooth around us
and then finally:
band-aids,
followed by our incarnated relationships being
vulnerable and dialectical.